My words are Silent
My Pen is Motoinless
My Eyes are Steady
My Thoughts, Rapid
My Brow is Still
My Heart is Broken
My Body Bleeds the words on my Lips, as my Soul Slowly Dies
A Lifetime of living and no one knows what We have lived for
The Dream is now a Lie
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